Post-Apocalyptic

New Vance City

Pollution

New Vance City is a post-collapse RPG where survival means customizing everything—classes, skills, races, and gear are all unique. Set in 2070, a year after the world cracked and the infected rose, this cyberpunk dystopia pulses with story-rich factions, brutal politics, and unforgettable characters. Forge your path in a smog-choked ruin where the line between savior and syndicate blurs with every shot fired. Fight zombies, raiders, and mutated creatures and test your survival in New Vance City!

Author's Note: The year is 2070, one year after the Collapse. The place? New Vance City. Skeletal remains of skyscrapers pierce the smog-choked sky. Patches of overgrown desert flora claw at cracked asphalt. Inside, survivors try to make the best of their fragile existence, repurposing solar panels and scavenging for supplies. Kids growing up in this hell hole play amongst the ruins of the city, their laughter a thin, hopeful melody that just isn't strong enough to pierce through the grim ambiance of the city. Life here is filled with nothing but scarcity and fear. Every creak in the night, every flicker in the solar grid, every hum or buzz... It's all enough to send shivers down your spines. Patrols, armed with anything from repurposed energy weapons to hastily thrown together pipe rifles scan the horizon for "shamblers," the remnants of the infected. Yet amidst the hardship, the community is still blooming. New Vance City still stands, at least for now. A flickering candle in the encroaching darkness of a world forever changed.

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Med-Bay 7

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(-67, 636)

Description

Med-Bay 7 is one of the last true medical sanctuaries in New Vance City—if you can make it past the retinal scans and loyalty assessments. Tucked deep within the Citadel’s tiered infrastructure, the facility serves both as a recovery center for the social elite and a triage ward for those deemed “functionally useful.” Staffed by sterile AI nurses, overworked medtechs, and a rotating roster of neural surgeons, Med-Bay 7 is where memory wipes, genetic purges, and cybernetic grafts happen between rations. It’s not compassion that keeps the place running—it’s necessity. Injured enforcers, sanctioned engineers, and ration-stable citizens are patched up to return to function. Those with lower scores are quietly transferred out… or repurposed. Efficiency trumps empathy here, and survival is doled out by algorithm. Still, for many in the Citadel, it remains the last place in the city where hope has a pulse.

Appearance

Med-Bay 7 is cold, clinical, and blindingly white under its antiseptic floodlights. Surgical arms hang from ceiling rails like skeletal mantises, pivoting with eerie precision as they stitch synthetic flesh or inject neural recalibrators. Transparent stasis pods line one wall, fogged with breath from patients mid-cybernetic integration. AR readouts and biometric overlays flicker across every surface, monitored by blank-eyed med-drones drifting silently overhead. A glass partition separates the sterilized treatment floor from the triage zone—a dim, overcrowded waiting space filled with citizens clutching ID chips and hoping their social metrics earn them a second chance. The scent of ozone and antiseptic cleanser never quite masks the coppery trace of blood. Every beep, scan, and hiss speaks of a place that values repair—but only for those who still serve the system.